Errors flies from mouth to mouth, from pen to pen, and to destroy it takes ages.

The opinion of all lawyers, the unanimous cry of the nation, and the good of the state, are in themselves a law.

There are barbarians who seize this dog, who so prodigiously surpasses man in friendship, and nail him down to a table, and dissect him alive to show you the mezaraic veins... Answer me, Machinist, has Nature really arranged all the springs of feeling in this animal to the end that he might not feel? Has he nerves that he may be incapable of suffering?

Tears are the silent language of grief.

No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives.

History is fables agreed upon.

We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies - it is the first law of nature.